Seduction at the Beach

SEDUCTION AT THE BEACH

PART 1

Note: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age (or the age of consent in your state or country), you are not allowed to read this story.

Copyright 2019 by mjm_357. All rights reserved. The author owns all rights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except as explicitly granted to websites (such as the Nifty Archive, nifty.org), without the express written consent of the author.

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This is based on a true events that happened to me in college, about 25 years ago. The main events are recounted as best as I remember them. Names are changed and the dialog is improvised, but otherwise it's true. Hope you enjoy the story!

I was a 19 year old student at a university in the Southeast, typically horny and frustrated by lack of sex, except with by myself. And pretty naive. Sure, I'd had several girlfriends by that time, and had missionary sex with two of them, which was OK, but not great. They didn't seem to be into it that much, and definitely not into exploring other sexual activities, including oral sex in any form (much less anything more). So for the most part, I guess I was pretty inexperienced and perpetually, incorrigibly horny. I was also very naive about alternative lifestyles. I'd had couple of "play" sessions with a buddy when I was about 12, but unfortunately for me he was afraid to do much, and we never got to orgasm with each other. I moved away before we could continue. Other than that, I'd had no m2m encounters.

But I kinda liked to look at certain guys, and had fantasies about them, including some of my buddies... as well as girls, sure. The word "bi" wasn't part of my vocabulary back then. I certainly knew "queers" were generally avoided by most everyone, certainly including the guys I mostly hung out with. (Years later, I learned that some of the most popular guys and jocks in my high school had a little secret "sex fraternity" going on, where they could experiment with each other, sometimes in 3-ways with the a few girls! If I'd only known at the time!)

But at 19, I still thought it was pretty weird to feel attracted to guys at all, or to fantasize about having sex with them. Still, I knew I wanted to find out, experiment, try things with a guy. Some of my most intense masturbation fantasies involved guys. I was terrified to admit that even to myself, and damn sure wasn't ready admit it to anyone else! I was afraid to approach another guy sexually. (remember, this was before you could easily hook up online). But that idea was always in the back of my mind, and I secretly wondered what I'd do if the opportunity arose, so to speak.

It was late May, and my father had rented a 2-bedroom condo on the beach for a family vacation, including my stepmother, and her daughter. So I drove over from college to spend a weekend at the beach with the folks. I loved the water, having been on the Swim Team and having a job as a Lifeguard for a couple of summers. I was totally down for any chance to hit the beach! This one was only a couple of hours drive, and was one of the perks of the school I went to. Even though I knew the company might not be great, it was the beach, and the price was right!

At the condo, my Dad and his wife were in one bedroom, my little step sister was in the other, so my 12 year old brother and I got the living room couch. It wasn't ideal for sure, but hey it was at the beach!

I kinda stuck with my brother most of the weekend, doing "guy stuff" - swimming, body surfing and throwing football, while everybody else stayed at the pool or in the room. On Sunday, they all checked out of the room and headed back home early.

But it was such a beautiful day, and not even noon. I wasn't ready to leave yet. I decided to just hang out at the beach for the afternoon and head back to my tiny college apartment that evening. I had some studying I could do, but no tests on Monday.

So I laid out on the beach, swam out to the sandbar, and enjoyed some body surfing by myself. After a bit, I noticed guy who looked maybe a couple of years older than me, who started body surfing too, a wave or two away. He kinda drifted over, and we surfed the same waves a few times. He was about 6' tall, a few inches more than me, and a little stockier. And he was obviously a very strong swimmer too.

Anyway, we started talking about the surf and the beach, what a nice day it was, the usual BS. After a few minutes he introduced himself as Bob.

"Hey, I'm JD", I said as I shook his hand. He said he was from New Orleans, also in college, and staying in the same condos I'd been in. We talked about school, swimming, and the beach. We found we were both recently certified Scuba divers. We both enjoyed snorkeling for scallops and sea shells. We talked about trips we'd each like to take to Scuba spots around the world, as we swam and surfed for a while, and I decided he was pretty cool... friendly, and with a really infectious smile.

As it happens with guys our age, the talk eventually got around to girls. We both found out neither of us had a current girlfriend. Lately, I'd been too burned out from my last bad breakup, busy with school, and honestly focused most of my free time partying with my college buddies. Bob agreed that he was in the same situation. He laughed about how all these good-looking people in skimpy suits at the beach made him horny. (I remembered later, he didn't say "girls"... but at the time I didn't think anything about it.)

Soon I was pretty comfortable around Bob. He was very friendly, easy to talk to, and I felt like we'd known each other for years instead of hours. Even when the discussion moved from women in general more to sex, I felt strangely comfortable telling him things I usually wouldn't discuss with my friends.

"Man this place makes me horny, ya know what I mean?!"

I laughed too, "Yeah just being at the beach will do it for me every time! Sure wish I'd had a chance to go out and meet some chicks on this trip."

"I know what you mean!", said Bob. "Being at the beach, seeing the sights, and everything, even talking about it... shit. Almost makes me wanna go take a break right now, take care of things! You know... !"

I thought I got it but wasn't sure. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, well, let's just say it's probably a good thing I'm mostly under water at the moment!" He chuckled deviously. I blushed a little at the innuendo but laughed along with him. Hell, I was glad I was underwater myself! All this sex talk was getting me cranked up. I was also starting to realize that Bob wasn't a bad looking guy, either! In fact, he was pretty hot. Thinking about him having a hard-on just a few feet away was waking mine up too!

He continued, shaking his head while still grinning: "Man, I think I could do it 2 or 3 times a day here. Even without a girl, just getting off! Ya know?" He made the universal pumping hand sign for masturbation.

Yeah, definitely knew what he meant, even though I was a little surprised he'd refer to it so openly, especially with a guy he'd just met. But I readily agreed: "Oh, yeah, man. No doubt. But whew, for me, the last few days..."

I rolled my eyes thinking about being stuck there with my folks, playing the roles of good stepson and big brother. "It's not the same when you're here with the family, you have go along with them... sleeping on the living room couch with my little brother, no privacy at all, ya know? Much less any chance to party or hook up with the women."

Bob said, "Man, that's too bad! I'm here with my uncle, he's pretty cool. He doesn't have a problem with me partying or bringing folks back to the room." He grinned real big, so I figured he meant he could pick up girls and take them to the room, and drink openly there.

I said, "Wow, I wish I had an uncle like that! I've had to look after my little brother most of the time here. I mean he's OK, for a 12-year old, but I have to stick close to the hotel. Almost no time alone, I mean, not even in the shower, since I usually have to get mine last, when the hot water's almost gone. And definitely no time to meet any women!"

"Man, that sucks!" Bob sympathized. "Hell, my uncle wouldn't mind if I brought someone back to the room. I'm sure he knows I jerk it, fuck, he can probably even hear me sometimes at night. I can be pretty vocal when I really get into it, you know! He wouldn't mind if I got laid, he'd think it was cool."

I blushed and my dick twitched thinking about him pleasuring himself or having sex in the condo. Damn, my near-total abstinence over the past few days was really getting to me.

"Wow, that's cool. At least I don't have to deal with the family any more today, they've already checked out, so tonight when I get back to my place, I can kick back a little and relax. It's not the beach, but at least it's my own apartment."

"Oh, so your folks are gone already?", Bob said. "So you're like, here alone, without a room or anything?"

"Yeah, but it's no big deal, I'll just hang out around the beach until later this afternoon then head back."

"But, where are you gonna clean up and change clothes? You can't drive back all wet...?"

I shrugged it off. "It's no big deal. I'm used to hiking and camping, sometimes for several days in the woods with just a backpack. I'll rinse at the pool shower, throw on a t-shirt, and hit the road. No problem."

He nodded, seeming to reflect on that, then said, "Hey man, ya know, if you like, you could shower and change in our room before you leave."

"Aw, naw, man, that's too much trouble, I'll just wait til I get back to my apartment. It's only a couple of hours away".

"Man, you don't really wanna have to drive back all sandy and wet do you?", Bob persisted. "I hate sand in my suit... shit, I mean driving all that way, with it rubbing all around my junk, you know?" He grinned. "Shit, get a shower man, change into dry clothes, you'll be way more comfortable driving home."

I laughed and said, "Yeah... well... I dunno. I don't want to be any trouble for y'all, you know, with your uncle being here and all".

"Aw, no problem!", he insisted. "I told ya, he's cool, he won't mind at all. I swear, he'd be upset with me if I let you go home all sandy and wet."

"Are you sure?" I was starting to think about how much better it would feel not to have to drive home in that wet bathing suit.

"Yeah, I'm positive!" Bob replied, "Why don't you come meet him?"

So we got out of the water and headed up to the beach. The uncle was maybe in his mid 40's or so, but still looked OK for his age. Tan, partly bald on top, but proportionally built. He had a nice beach setup, expensive boom box, nice cooler, Rolex watch. And, I also noticed, a skimpy, bright yellow Speedo suit, unlike most of they guys on that beach who were in trunks.

He introduced himself as Joe, and promptly offered me a cold beer from the cooler, which I of course accepted. We chatted a bit, then Bob mentioned to Joe that he'd offered me the use of their shower before I had to drive home.

Joe immediately jumped on that, pronouncing with his rich Creole drawl, "Oh yeah, absolutely, absolutely! You're welcome to it! We have a suite with 2 bathrooms, so it's not a problem at all. In fact, I insist."

"But, I..."

"No buts! And no need for you to drive home in wet clothes."

Joe seemed nice enough... maybe just a little "eccentric", I thought. I attributed it to his age, and maybe being from New Orleans. Remember, I was pretty naive - I'd never really met anyone like that before, so I guess I didn't pick up on the signs. I thought he was just being nice. Obviously he was pretty well off, with the Rolex and the suite at the nice condo. No threat to me, I decided. And he seemed sincere. He could tell I was running out of excuses.

"So it's all settled then", he said with a big smile. Nodding to Bob, he said, "Whenever y'all get ready, just come on to the room. I think I'll be headin' on up now myself and get cleaned up."

I shrugged in resignation, then nodded "OK". With that issue decided, Bob and I headed back to the surf. We swam for another hour or so, and I had a good time hanging out with him. I thought it was cool that he seemed to like me, and in just a few hours, it was as if we'd known each other for years.

By then it was close to 3:00, I was starting to get a little sunburned, and I mentioned that to Bob. "OK, that's cool, let's head inside then".

I nabbed my weekend bag from my car, and we headed up to their condo. It was one of the big suites, just like they had told me. Joe was laying on the balcony in some very skimpy shorts and a t-shirt. We got another round of beer, and chatted for a bit. Joe told me I could help myself to the shower anytime I wanted. So I grabbed a pair of clean underwear from my bag, closed the bathroom door behind me, and slipped out of my trunks.

The shower felt so good, as I rinsed off he accumulated salt, suntan lotion, and sand, and washed my hair. I had to admit, it was tons better than the weak, cold pool-side shower. I got out and grabbed one of the oversized towels.

While I was drying off, half out of the shower, I heard a quick knock, and suddenly the door opened. It was Joe. He caught me totally naked, and I quickly covered up with the towel. He closed the door behind him and in a smooth move that I just barely caught, locked it. He started to fumble around by the sink, as if looking for something, while making small talk about the beach and the nice weather.

I was uncomfortable with him being there and wondered why he'd locked the door. But I wasn't sure what to do - hell it was his condo, after all. And he and Bob had been really nice to me so far. I thought maybe he just left something in the bathroom that he needed to retrieve. So I just kinda turned around and nonchalantly tried to dry off without revealing any vital parts.

Then Joe turned and looked me right in the eye, asking: "So JD, Bob tells me you don't have a girlfriend, is that right?"

I was totally unprepared for that question. "Um, uh... not uh, at the, um, uh, at the moment... I guess", I stammered, naively wondering why he was asking.

"That's too bad, huh? I know how horny guys are at your age. So I guess you've just been havin' to take care of business by yourself, huh?"

I just kind of stared at him, like a deer in the headlights. I really wasn't used to talking about that subject, not really with my friends, and especially not with someone probably old enough to be my father!

"Ah, hell, it's OK, JD", he drawled. "I know what it's like. No need to be embarrassed. We're all guys here, you know. I'm just sayin', it's a shame ya don't have someone to help you out with your, uh, problems, ya know? It's gotta be really hard sometimes. Right?" Big grin.

"Uh, yeah... I guess so." He smiled and nodded, as if waiting for more. I tried to think of something else to say to change the subject, but failed, and instead blurted out, "Bob and I were, uh... well, we were kinda talking about that earlier, I guess." Oh shit, what was I thinking? Did I just admit to this guy that Bob and I had been discussing our masturbation habits??

"Oh really? Heh heh... sounds interesting. So what did y'all decide?"

Fuck. What do I say now? I shifted my towel and muttered, "Umm, well, you know, we were just uh, talking... guy stuff, I mean, you know, like being here at the beach without much of chance to, uh, you know..."

"Yeah... I have a pretty good idea" Joe chuckled. "Hey I know, I feel the same way myself sometimes. No need to be embarrassed, all guys get horny and need to jack off. It's perfectly normal for a young stud like you, with a high sex drive, to need a release at least once or twice a day. Bad for you to let the pipes get clogged up, ya know, need to keep the equipment in good shape, right?", he grinned.

"Um, uh, yeah... I guess". I didn't feel like a stud at that moment, more like a an animal caught in the crosshairs. But now I had another problem -- my dick was thinking on its own too, and slowly plumping up. I tried to will it back down, or at to least hide it. I moved the towel again, but was starting to have a seriously hard time (so to speak!) arranging myself so that my semi wasn't totally obvious.

Joe noticed my problem, and he glanced down. His eyes narrowed and his smile turned up deviously. "But even better than that, though, is a good blowjob. Don't you agree?" He took a step towards me.

I stared at him, sort of in shock, totally unprepared for his question. "Well, uh, yeah... um, I, uh... yeah, I mean, sure, I guess so." My rational self was still in denial, wondering why he asked me that. Surely he didn't mean what it sounded it like he was implying...

He continued smoothly, interrupting my internal analysis of this strange situation. "You ever had one? I mean, a really good BJ?"

"Uh, I, well, um... I uh...", I blushed. I didn't want to admit my inexperience, even in my confusion.

But he knew immediately and tried to relax me. "Aw, damn, really? That's a shame. A real shame. I don't know why, JD. I mean you're a good looking young guy, sexy, seems like the girls would be all over it." He grinned and reached out and play-grabbed at my dick under the towel, which I realized, in spite of myself, was now growing harder. I tried to back up, but I realized there was a wall behind me.

"Oh yeah, and you've got a nice one, I can tell. I really just don't understand why your girlfriends haven't wanted to suck it, and make you feel really good. They must not know what they're missin'!"

I kinda laughed nervously at the same time I reflexively pulled back and tried again to rearrange my body and the towel to hide my obvious arousal, and at the same time position myself to defend against his overreaching hand.

He continued, "Oh, but it's OK, I understand, sometimes women can be weird about sex. But I bet you've wanted a BJ though, huh? You've thought about it, right?" He smiled again, nodding, eying me even more deviously now.

"Well, uhhhhh..., I mean uh, sure, of course." I was beginning to realize where this might be headed, but another part was still in denial. And yet another part of me (my dick!) was already anticipating the pleasures that might be awaiting, and beginning to seriously throb with excitement.

He reached out and moved my defending hand away gently, and touched me again through the towel, now deliberately feeling up my 6.5" hardon. In a calm, soothing voice, he said, "You know what, JD, since you've never had one, I can show ya what it feels like, man. Just a friend, helping you out. You'll love it, I know ya will. You don't have to do anything for me, and no one will ever know."

Oh fuck! Wow! It finally hit me like a ton of bricks. He had planned this whole thing! All afternoon! He'd been waiting to get me in the shower! But with Bob there, surely not... I was thinking 100 miles an hour. I tried to pull back again, but was already up against the wall, and the to my side the shower, and him in front of me, with no where to go.

He saw the hesitation on my face, and continued to expertly massage my cock and balls through the towel. I was now rock-hard in spite of myself, my 6.5" straining against the soft cotton... all my horniness from being at the beach, the past several days of near-abstinence, and the discussions with Bob earlier. His rubbing felt damn good, there was no denying that! And at age 19, the lower brain was starting to do my thinking for me.

"Looks like somebody already knows what they want!", he correctly observed.

He was slowly fondling me now with one hand, then used his other to remove the towel from my loosening grip. As I watched the towel fall to the floor, almost in slow motion, my head was spinning. I stood fully naked and erect in in front of him.

I looked over at the door, and briefly considered running. But he was between me and the door, and it was locked. My suit was still hanging in the shower, my underwear was on the sink across the room, and my overnight bag was in the other room. And, I was totally nude. It wouldn't be an easy escape, I realized.

I looked at him again, and he could see the fear and doubts. He reached out to touch my bare penis with his open palm, and I jumped. He closed his hand slowly around it, and held it, then pumped me very slowly. His light, gentle touch was priming the precum to begin flowing, my balls to churn, and my brain to overload with the wonderful sensations.

"Ahhhh..." A groan escaped my mouth. Where did that come from?

He grinned at me like the proverbial cat who just ate the canary. He moved closer, and I tensed again, but didn't move. I didn't know what to do.

He took advantage of my hesitation to drop down to one knee in front of me, eye-to-eye with my dick head. From that position, he began massaging my manhood even more pleasurably, and now looked up at me with a big grin.

"Just relax JD, let me make you feel good man. You're a really sexy dude, and you have a big, beautiful cock. It sure looks like it knows what it wants. So just let me help you out, and I'll make you feel great, I promise. No one will ever know."

His soft, soothing words made me relax a bit. But years of repressed and conflicted feelings somehow obligated me to offer a final meek protest, a last- stand defense of my male virginity.

"Uhh.... I'm really not sure about this, I... I mean, I've never, um, uh, done anything... like, uh... this... "

"Shhhh. Don't worry." Then he paused dramatically and looked up at me. "Unless you want me to stop...?" He ceased his pumping action, and loosened his grip on my dick, but didn't completely let go of it. He cocked his eyebrows, and drawled up at me, "Want me to stop, JD?"

My mouth opened for a second, then closed, but no words came out. I looked down at him with an agonized expression. No, I decided, I did not want the good feelings to stop. I was far too horny to turn back. My eyes were pleading for him to start pumping again, but he was still waiting for an answer. Not wanting to admit it, I pushed my groin forward, rubbing my hardness against his hand. He knew he had my reply.

He gave me a little smirk, and said, "No, I didn't think so. So just go with it, OK? I'll make it really good for you. Promise."

He lightly gripped my nuts with one hand and the bottom of my pulsing member with the other. He slowly moved his closed hand up my dick, squeezing several big drops of wetness up to the crown, which flowed down over my hardness. He stuck out his tongue and with its tip, swiped the precum from my dickhead, and I gasped.

"Oooh... But... uh, what, uh... what about Bob?" I finally managed to sputter.

Joe stopped only long enough to laugh, "He won't know, he's busy in the other shower. Besides, I locked the door. So just relax and enjoy, OK?"

Well, I didn't know about Bob, I just knew I was out of protests. Relax and enjoy, OK, here we go! "Uhhhhhoooh", I heard myself moan, as Joe continued his expert stroking of my genitals.

His logic and touch had obliterated the last remnants of my resistance. It's hard to argue with a free, no-obligation BJ, when you're 19... and especially when it's happening right here, right now, and your cock is alreaady screaming for release. Part of me still wanted to run, but my feet seemed glued to the floor. I knew I couldn't move them even if I wanted to.

"So when was the last time you came? Did you jack off today?", he whispered up to me as he continued to very slowly and exquisitely stroke my shaft, rolling my balls around erotically in my sack, and occasionally licking up the underside of my rock-hard cock, and capturing the precum from the head with his tongue.

I squirmed, and somehow between moans, managed to say "Ohhh... Um, uhhhhhh, no..." My brain tried to focus on the question, in spite of his manipulation. "It was... uhhhhhhmmmm... it was... uh... maybe a couple of days ago... I think." It was like someone else was talking.

Joe nodded, then slowly licked all the way up my hard staff, and twirled his tongue over its bulbous end, evoking yet another long moan from yours truly. I had never felt such sensations.

After a few expert licks, he looked up at me and smiled, then slowly enveloped my entire tool with his warm, wet mouth. He took me all down his throat, and his face now pressed against my pubes. For a millisecond or two, I wondered how he could take it all into his mouth and throat. But that question evaporated as the sheer pleasure from his mouth and tongue on my hardness blocked out all other thoughts. It felt awesome, and I almost screamed out in pleasure!

Joe slowly bobbed up and down a couple of times, establishing a rhythm. I was really starting to get into it too. The part of my brain that was still functioning realized, this guy is an expert at sucking dick! Now he was attacking my knob like a lollypop, using his tongue, then deep-throating me, while massaging my balls expertly. I could feel my equipment responding, pumping out more precum, in time with his oral massage.

More moans escaped my mouth, uncommanded by my sex-fogged brain. He was sucking me like a well-oiled machine. A machine that wanted to suck the cum right out of me! This thought made me even harder as more primal proto-sounds escaped my throat.

"Ohhhhhhh.... uhhmmm.... shiiiiuuuhhhttttt"

Another new sensation.... now one of his fingers was creeping down from my balls, rubbing that sensitive area halfway between my scrotum and ass. Of course, now I know, it was my perineum, and provided external access to my prostate gland.

Whoa, that felt great! I'd found that spot before, but never realized it could feel that good. Seemingly by themselves, my legs shifted a bit to give him more access. He noticed, and looked up at me and smiled. I felt the finger massage my perineum for another moment, before moving... slowly... farther back... closer to my... surely he wasn't going to touch me... there... was he?

My mind snapped back to times I'd tried experimenting with my asshole in the past few years. I'd tried fingering myself before, and it felt kinda good... but never great. I guess I could never get my the finger in far enough. And it was a stretch, not really comfortable while masturbating. As a kid, I'd played "Doctor" with the neighbor girl, and had remembered how we experimented with each other's bodies, including discovering anal pleasure. And one memorable summer night, not long after my 17th birthday, I rediscovered the pleasures a "toy" could bring me while jacking off. But that's another story. :-)

Right now, I was pulled back to reality as Joe lighly touched my asshole, rubbing around, and locating the center, and pushing upward just a bit.

"Oooohhhhhhhh", I could not help moaning, as he continued deep throating my dick, and now slowly rubbing the outside of my hole.

"That feels good, hmmm?" His voice was smooth and low.

"Uhhhh..." Before my mouth could form a denial that we both knew would be bullshit, he stopped sucking and deliberately moved his middle finger to his mouth as he looked me right in the eye with a knowing grin. He sucked the finger until it was wet. Still staring up at me, he resumed licking my dick, and applied the wet finger directly on my hole, rubbing it lightly back and forth, then in small circles around the tight orifice.

I moaned louder in spite of myself.

"Hmmm... yeah... you do like that, don't you? Maybe you've tried it before, huh?" How did he know that?

I didn't reply - I couldn't - I just looked down at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, and he knew. He also knew what to do next. He paused for just a second, the finger still on my hole. With his other hand he pulled a small tube from his pocket. As I watched with glazed eyes, my hard dick bobbing up and down erotically on its own, he quickly applied a blob of lube to the end of that long middle digit, then returned it to my ass, just at the entrance. He resumed expertly stroking and sucking me, smiling up at me like a devil. I stared incredulously as I fully registered what was about to happen to me.

He rubbed the lubed finger around a bit, then increased the pressure on my hole. I could only stand there gaping, staring down at him, as he nudged my legs farther apart with his arm. My body accommodated almost automatically.

He gobbled my thick, throbbing dick back down his throat, massaging my balls, sucking. Then I felt the slick, naughty finger again and aligned perfectly on the center of my hole. He whispered up at me, "Just relax, OK? Deep breath."

As if in a trance, I sucked in lungful of air, and let it out slowly, trying to dismiss the tension in my body, knowing instinctively it was necessary to experience the next level of pleasure. As soon as I did, he felt my rosebud loosen just enough. His digit slowly but deliberately pushed upwards, past the sphincter, as he slowly inserted the slick, curved digit up my ass, while watching my face intently. I frowned a bit as I felt a slight burn, and a little discomfort.

"Ooohhhhhhhh......fuuuuckkkkk", I moaned loudly. "Shit!" The burning sensation continued for a few more seconds, then was replaced by a somewhat full feeling, no longer uncomfortable. The Joe resumed and intensified his sucking, distracting me while the finger moved again, gradually further into my rectum, as I squirmed.

The finger was starting to feel better now, much better. The combination of him sucking me with his that hot mouth, licking and massaging me with his talented tongue, stroking the base of my dick with his wet fingers, massaging my balls... and now, that evil finger, now deeper inside me... probing gently. I could now feel my orgasm beginning to form, as he slowly sucked and his finger pushed fully up inside me.

All of a sudden, he found it. The finger located my prostate, and focused on it. "Oooooww, Fuckkkkkkkkkkk", I cried out in shock and ecstasy and threw back my head. He began slowly rubbing my hot spot as he sucked my rock-hard, seeping cock.

I heard his soothing voice, "Mmmmmm hmmmmmmmm... yeahhhhh. Oh yeahhhh," Joe knew what I was feeling, and was encouraging me to go with it. I felt helpless, as I panted like a dog, looking down with glazed eyes. I'd never felt that before, not even in my most intense jackoff sessions. Wow!

I felt myself rapidly approaching the inevitable point of no return. "Ohhhhh, ... ahhhhh... shitttttttt..." I heard myself moaning. All my self-control, all thoughts of resisting, all my inhibitions, and even trying to keep it quiet, were all now distant memories. I began to tense up as my orgasm approached.

Sensing my excitement level, Joe slowed his sucking, then removed his mouth, to keep me from blowing too soon. But the finger in my ass kept stroking my prostate, and my dick sprung up uncontrollably, each time he rubbed his finger over it. I looked down and watched my cock spasm, reflexively, as another big drop of precum emerged. He kept this up for what was probably just a minute or so, but seemed like an hour, as I stared in fascination, mouth agape, emitting low groans with each rub of the finger and jump of my dick. Without intending to, I realized I was pushing my ass back onto his finger, to get the most pleasure possible from it. I wondered, to my amazement, if I could maybe cum just from his anal stimulation, if he kept that up for a few more minutes. I got into a rhythm of squeezing my kegels and pumping out precum, each time he rubbed my spot.

He grinned and looked up at my face, my mouth open and eyes wide. "Ready?"

Without waiting for an answer, he engulfed my pulsing organ with his warm, wet mouth, taking me in all the way again. One hand went back to working the bottom of my dick, following his mouth up and down the shaft. He was also stroking me internally in perfect time with my pulsing cock. I was overcome by the sensations, and felt my eruption approaching.

He felt it as well, and sucked harder, faster.... twirled his tongue around the tip of my engorged dick, and then pushed that finger in a little deeper, rubbing my gland just a bit harder. I felt it begin. I clenched my butt around his finger, as my inevitable explosion make its way through my body.

He removed his mouth for just a second, letting his hand take over. "Oh, yeah, I feel it coming," Joe cooed. "That's it... ohhh, yeahhhh... just let go... let it go.... ummmmm hmmmm." He sensed the freight train of my oncoming orgasm, and was gently encouraging me to let it take me far away. He took me back down his throat again, attacking my dick with his mouth and tongue. I started literally shaking with pleasure, groaning, and pushing my dick deeper into his receptive mouth, as he wiggled his finger just right deep inside me.

"Awwwwww, FUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" Suddenly I felt myself falling off the cliff, as the warmth in my balls moved quickly through my groin, agitated by the overload of erotic sensations from my dick, balls, and that hot kernel of pleasure deep inside my ass. All the feelings converged on that spot, and then wracked my paralyzed body with spasms of pure sexual pleasure.

"Ugggggghhhhhhh....... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!", I cried out loudly, not caring who heard me. POW! My overstimulated dick exploded in his mouth! The first shot would have surely flown right over my head, had he not caught it in his throat.

I thrust upward again, "ARGGGGGHHHH!!!!" Boom! My sperm exploded again into his hungry mouth, as he hummed on my dick. He tried to keep up, swallowing what he could, but some of my seed seeped out the corners of his lips. He continued to work me with mouth and hand, rubbing my prostate in time. Boom! "Uhggghhhh!" I was still panting, groaning loudly, blasting out my load as never before. Boom! "Huummphhhhhh!" Three... four... five... six... seven... eight shots. It seemed to last for a full minute. I usually cum a lot, but this time it was like a fountain, and so intense I almost blacked out.

"MMmmmmmm!!!!" he hummed, as I saw him lap up and swallow my copious cream, more now escaping from around his lips and onto his chin. I kept panting and pulsing, my overloaded equipment struggling to pump ever more, even after it felt like every drop of my essence had long since been drained from my wilting body.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Godddddddd...", I panted.

Just when I thought it was over, Joe paused a second, then rubbed hard on my prostate while giving my dick three or four more deep, wet sucks.

"Uhhmmphhhh!" I moaned, and my whole body shivered as my dick jumped and my waning orgasm somehow kicked back in and produced a few more weak emissions. My dick continued to squirm and jump vainly a few more times. I was drunk from the intensity of my ejaculation, my brain overloaded with sensation.

Finally it was over. I exhaled a long breath, and slowly started floating back to earth. Joe grinned, licked his lips, wiped my creamy sperm from his chin, and swallowed one last gulp.

"Wow JD, that was a hell of a load, my man! Whew!" He chuckled and grinned at me as I fell back against the wall, my eyes rolling in my head, my shaky legs barely holding me up. It was the best orgasm of my life, without a doubt! From a guy I probably wouldn't have crossed the street to talk to. Who would have thought he could perform such magic? I took a deep breath, then exhaled, still light headed, as I sighed deeply and my eyes blinked open.

But then there was a noise. It sounded like... somebody knocking? What?

Still groggy, and just returning to earthly consciousness, I now heard an unmistakable knocking at the bathroom door.

"Joe? JD?" Damn, it was Bob!

"Hey, what's going on in there???", he said loudly, pounding the door. "What are y'all doing! I know you're both in there. Open up this door, NOW!!"

I looked down at Joe in a panic..... "Oh, Shit!!"

(TO BE CONTINUED)...

Author's Note: This is my first story on Nifty. What do you think? Maybe you had a similar experience? Let me know.

Part Two is already underway. If I get feedback, that will help inspire me to finish it sooner.